Once again I am consumed
by that powerful word:
forbidden.
I did not ask 
to be led down this passage
into dungeons,
gasping in the cold air.
Chains around my wrists,
you hide me here
with a kiss
and resounding words.
Words which light 
the candles in my cell,
give me the patience
to wait for you.
You return, now and then,
to reignite the hope,
to possess my body,
to touch my heart.
But you belong to her.
The key lies on the stone floor
within my reach
but you know I will not
use it.
And once again,
I wear the shackles,
I am used to being
imprisoned.